NOISE TRAIL IMMERSION are back on the scene with "Tutta La Morte In Un Solo Punto," a visceral and uncompromising album that wants to get straight to the listeners' stomachs rather than their heads, channeling all the pain, chaos and inscrutability that characterize the depths of the human soul into extremely chaotic and short tracks. "Tutta La Morte In Un Solo Punto" is NOISE TRAIL IMMERSION's most aggressive album and, despite its desire to summarize a musical journey of over 10 years, it represents a U-turn aimed at seeking further maturation not in the sublimation of chaos, but rather in the attempt to scrutinize it even more deeply.

The album has nine songs, and “Divampa L’Ignoto” is first. What strikes me first is the incredibly loose structure of the music…there are running, dissonant riff patterns, a ton of aggression, and heavy, Progressive elements. How the band can find their way through this thicket of ever-shifting rhythms is amazing. “Spire di Sangue” hears things slow just a little, but the sky opens to reveal the monumental size of the visible canopy of stars. They seem to gain control of the madness by their openness to ambiguity. Some things just can’t be understood. “Arde e Respira” hears some of the madness subsiding in favor of a little more structure, but this is still a beast with four heads that can’t be subdued, reasoned with, nor controlled. The aggression is only bested by that sense of things spinning out of control.

“Sogno a se Stante” is the first real reprieve from the tortured pain of the previous songs. The band gazes inward, into the very void of their souls, and begins to explore some of the nuances on the surface, because digging too deeply might unearth something inhuman. “Culla e Bara” reverts the album back to that deep aggression once again, but control is maintained. There is also a good deal of dissonance here. “Finzione” is another deeply dissonant song where you can feel your life careening out of control, and once the wheels are in motion, there is no stopping them, and the feeling is overwhelming. The title track is the final cut, and it draws blood, from a multitude of places on your body. You start to feel woozy and before you know it, you’ve lost consciousness. What happens from there might be described as a vivid out of body experience.

“Tutta La Morte In Un Solo Punto” doesn’t knock—it kicks the door off its hinges and storms in bloodied, teeth bared, yet terrifyingly composed. This is not the chaos of tantrums or mindless fury—this is precision rage, channeled just enough to keep the machinery from self-destructing. It represents the sound of control barely holding, and is a monument to pressure, violence, and the beauty of not quite falling apart.